Ambria's Adventures

A Mystery Ticket to... On April 1, 2025, I arrived at Las Vegas International Airport (LAS) buzzing with anticipation. This wasn’t just any trip — I was finally going to discover my destination for a week-long adventure. I had booked it through Journee , a travel service that keeps your location a secret until shortly before you depart. I’d said yes to their surprise proposal without hesitation, knowing I wouldn’t know where I was going until just a week before my flight. Some people thought it was a ridiculous gamble. Others thought it was the most exciting idea ever. My friends and family tried to help me crack the clues Journee sent in the days leading up to my departure, but no one guessed correctly. Since Journee is based in London and only flies from a handful of U.S. airports, my journey started with a twist: the closest departure point was LAX. It’s a short flight from Las Vegas, but the extra leg made the whole thing a bit more complicated. And given that it was April Fools’ D...

Some trips you plan. Others sneak up on you when you’re least expecting them. Ten days from now, I’ll be boarding a plane to Paris, France—something I never imagined when this year began. The whole thing started with a casual conversation with a guy I met in Spain a couple of years ago. We were catching up, and he mentioned he’d just come back from Cambodia and was heading to Europe. Then, almost offhandedly, he said, “I’ve got an extra ticket to Rock en Seine. Want it?” At first, I laughed. It sounded so spontaneous, so unlike the version of me who’s been stuck in a rut lately. But then the idea started to glow in my mind. Paris. Music. A handsome, kind man. Why not? After all, I’ve been feeling stagnant these past few weeks—like I’m stuck in a holding pattern, unsure what’s next. Being laid off back in April has left me scrolling through job boards, not feeling excited about much. This trip suddenly became the thing I could hang some hope on. And then… another thought snuck in. For y...